MichelePiece4

“Again”

Again, She swore she’d never return

Toxic fumes of bitterness Burned her nostrils

Every gut-twisting sob Resounded Left unabated

She waded thru the mire Sorrow and suffering Glued to her feet Like black tar

Why had she come To this birthplace of despair Unholy and unnerving

She found no relief No quench of thirst In this wasteland Of regret and remorse

She walked with shades Thru the cobwebbed corridors Listened to the reverberating wails Echoes of those who came before Of those who were to follow

Maybe one day She would hear the call And not come

Again, Maybe not

Michelle - At the first reading, in class, I was blown away by your portrayal of this repeated suffering with every visit, every day. I felt the weight of your grief and pain. A pain that tears have not yet transformed into something barely tollerable instead of completely intollerable. Your poem now sings, like a lyric for a song of sorrow, through repetition of phrases and subtle changes in the verses. The repetition also speaks loudly to the ongoing nature of such grief and and loss. Your lyrics have voiced some of my grief issues with my father. I am forever grateful and moved toward healing.

I really enjoyed reading this poem. I agree with the above comments. . . Your word choice and repetition really magnify the feeling of grief. Thank you for sharing. . . I think we can all relate on some level. Brett Lynn

You have a knack for effectively putting intense feelings into words. You use remarkably appropriate verbs and description to show the pain and the repetition of it. I especially like the spacing, alliteration, and figurative language you use in your stanzas and the fact that there's no punctuation at the end. Adrienne